The scene: run of the mill corner store with overly scanky women.
Queue me walking into my local convenience store. Watch as the convenience store employees completely ignore my presence and continue their conversation:
Girl Clerk: "Well, needless to say, he got what he wanted from me last night. I guess that is why I am a little worn out this afternoon. Not to mention he didn't say goodbye when he left in the morning."
Other Girl Clerk: "His is such a dog."
Girl Clerk: "I should show you the bruises [finally noticing me]...oh, yeah your total is $4.45"
Exit me via the magazine rack trying to erase the cruel mental pictures that had just been burned into my mind.